All the mornings of the world
The clock that threatens and runs slow
And the way you're missing in the house
Every thing that you don't say
Because it's hurting you
In the name of my disenchantment
At night I miss you, I miss you
I live, as always, unarmed over me
With you it's November 4th every half hour
I'll turn back the hours, hours, hours
That something frees you from the sorrows that tag along
When you feel alone, alone
Carries the color of your essence
The mornings demand mercy
The catastrophe that your absence caused
When the cold doesn't chill so much
The Sundays and Thursdays of dread
I live, as always, unarmed over me
I'll look for some sun there
With you it's November 4th every half hour
I'll turn back the hours, hours, hours
That something frees you from the sorrows that tag along
When you feel alone, alone, alone
When I miss you this autumn and your watercolors fade on their own
Your watercolors, all of them, all of them, all of them
I don't want anything else without you, I don't want to be alone
I don't want Barcelona saying 'hello'
With you it's November 4th every half hour
I'll turn back the hours, hours, hours
That something frees you from the sorrows that tag along
When you feel alone, alone, alone
When I miss you this autumn and your watercolors fade on their own
Your watercolors, all of them, all of them, all of them
I don't want anything else without you, I don't want to be alone
I don't want Barcelona saying 'hello'
I'll turn back the hours, hours, hours
I'll turn back the hours, I'll turn back the hours
I'll turn back the hours, hours, hours
I'll turn back the hours, I'll turn back the hours
I'll turn back the hours, hours, hours
I'll turn back the hours, I'll turn back the hours
I'll turn back the hours, hours, hours